I will now blog at http://spero-ergo-sum.blogspot.com

And before i leave, i will just like to add a thank you to this blog, which has taken me through some tough times in life , brought out the poet in me. And unfortunately ,all my poetry is still here … and I cannot export posts from here to my other blog … so might be linking to this page occasionally on account of a retrograde.

I leave this blog a year older and a whole lot wiser.

On a totally unrelated note (or perhaps in a way it might be a linked fact, but who cares )

I thank god  for putting me through shit, for that is the only factor that helps me to discriminate true friends from fake shallow ones and opportunist hypocrite creeps.

Thanks for coming by ,

Teal.

How we are wasting away our life, in the prime

Sheilding away the pain from the past

hoping that, it’s intensity shant last

with a pint of pain, are those awesome memories

those happy days, now just plain stories

but sealing away the pint took away what was good

we thought we did right, but were misunderstood

Why do we keep it all sealed in a mental closet?

Why do we want to let go and forget?

Doesnt survival from those gruelling times imply

that we can’t just outlive , but as well get by?

The harder i shut the door, the stronger the seal

The more the poison of pain, shifted thro’ my veins

the more i felt safe, the more i was vulnerable

the more i ran away, the further sucked into the spiral

Like the thorn and the flower thrive as one

so must pain and  the joys long gone

We must break past the rut of pretend

and stop wondering, whether good things come to an end

1. Ok enough of the mokkai
2. This year has gotten off to a good start.
3. I am now a proud owner of an 80 gig i-pod
4. Tealspace hits the 20k hit mark.
5. I am moving back to blogger!
6. I got an i-pod as a gift from my super sis!
7. I will not delete this blog, as wordpress folks are very over protective of letting the posts written here getting exported onto other blogging platforms (Jeez-us)
8. I will also be blogging at http://spero-ergo-sum.blogspot.com/
9. I miss template tweaking , hence the move.
10. Hmm, did I mention the i-pod here?
11. Have somethings planned in mind for the months ahead, lets take it one @ a time!
12. Have framed some mid year objectives for 2009.
13. Objectives != Resolutions
14. God bless!
15. Have a rocking year ahead!
16. Bienvenido 2009
17. Before I digress, here is a picture of my 80 gig baby!

    God, please save me from such excellent exhibitions of spelling prowess. If this situation persists, I shall fall into the pit of the INKE’s (I No Know Engleees)

The ‘Dostana’ effect. Guys, get your clothes stitched here !?!?!

<No stones / eggs / tomatoes pls>

Taking the time tested and trialled paths
Always do what is told, and seldom ask
for reason , meaning or anything behind
this worthy cause drilled in our minds

Past graduation we realize
We’ve become the one thing , we despised
Look around, everyone is gone to break the rules
some to another plain, some back to school

Is a postgraduation
the only answer and solution?
With every generation the bar grows higher
subsiding ever more so, the inner fire

I shan’t fret , I shall wait and watch
As the forests of calm and peace get scorched
For the pace the world is moving in, is too unkind
Nothing but a mad race, to the finish line

On a happier note, hope you all had a wonderful Christmas!

“Kho Jaana, Pa Jaana, Na Paana, Hai Jindagi Jaane Le
Bik Jaana, Loot Jaana, Bass Jaana Hai Jindagi Maan Le
Ho Ho Ho Karle Yakin, Jo Kal Gaya Woh Phir Se Aata Nahin
Ho Ho Ho Gujra Huva Jo Waqt Hai Woh Dastak Lagaata Nahin
Jo Aaj Hai Bass Wahi Hai Tera 
Ha Kya Teri Hasti Hai, Mitti Ki Basti Hai
Pal Mein Hi Ho Jaati Hai Yeh Fanaa
Kar Salaam “

The above excerpt means -

“To lose , to gain, to not get , this is life.

To get sold, get looted and just going without a thing, this is life, accept.

Believe me, what has gone yesterday, doesnt come back.

The time that has gone past , doesnt leave behind any mark.

What you have today, is only yours

The smile on your face, the mud hut you live in

It all vanishes within a second. “

Something, that never ceases to be past tense

This iniquity and evil, spawning from minds

Sans any sense of thought, good and kind

Has the power at centre gone completely callous

focussed on nothing, but creating chaos, raucous?

How many more to die, how many more to lose

Until they get the backbone to act, and set loose

The act of retribution, against these evil minions

Who, despite education and well bringing, act heinous

How dare you take away something that god has given?

How can you walk on, like nothing ever happened?

Such acts of cheap cowardice , is all you can ever pull off

Can’t you gather spine? And pursue a cause not so well off?

You cease to be human, you are worse than the wildest brute

And god will make sure, your end will be just as crude.

I pray for mankind to be strong, and not to give in

The evil lurks, and somehow finds its way to creep in

It deviods the mind of thought, the heart of soul

And makes us zombies, without any sense of control

In the event of this darkness, the world still turns

The evil ones left uncaptured, and my country burns!

The test of time never ceases to end

The city moves on, without any sense of pretend

Kudos to the city that never says die

The beauty and diversity in it, that lies

Today india stands as one, in prayer and hope

That this mindless war comes to an end

A dawn of prosperity, sans any sense of fright

A new india , without any flaws

The superpower, with all her might

Rid of this battle, one without a cause

This is a tribute to the brave souls who laid down thier lives at gun shot to save the civilians. And for all the bereaved souls from the terror attacks in Mumbai on 26/11. 

Let there be peace on earth.

Like Queene once sang, this could be heaven for everyone, if only we let it.

We are having an off today! Just like schools and colleges!

And might prolly end up working a saturday instead. Sheesh.